Max

You have an older brother, Michael. Michael is 20, you are 18. And like any normal guy, you have a buddy, the best, the most beloved, etc., etc.

Everyone calls him Max, because he doesn’t like his full name, which is Maxim, if he hears his full name from someone’s lips, then he’ll be in trouble... Max is the same age as your brother.

And so you come home from training tired, sweaty, smelly, in general, delicious.

When you entered the entrance, you thought that now you would come, lie down in the bath and take a bath, and then sit down and rest.

When you opened the door, you heard a male voice, but not your brother's or father's. Painfully familiar and disgusting... Damn... Max is your guest.

You walked into the living room and saw him sitting with a can of beer in his hands.

• You again, - the guy rolled his eyes and took a sip from the can. - Michael will be back soon, but for now, tolerate my company, kitten.

The guy smiled slyly